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LYRICS---
bitch im sippin dirty dirty, and i smoke that loud
how much is yo fit like thirty thirty, i dont even count
vision twenty twenty, glasses straight from gucci not no crown
and my partners check they status make sure we can walk em down
bitch I'm walking thru the block
pull up (uh) where the chop at
bitch i pull then they flock
like where my chop at
bitch I'm shooting mega Ms
where my mac at
bitch I'm getting all the Ms
yeah i touch that
This shit getting hella grim
where my match at
Goin up wit all my friends
fairy tale match stat
if he talking down up on the gang then i have to attack
get yo chain snatched, maid snatched, everything get snatched.
fuck the lames bitch, main bitch, when I'm gone relax
this track ass, smoke the pack, double cuffin up my racks

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Another Tuesday (ODDWIN RAP CONTEST 2024)

Here goes guys!! Im'a try to rap!



Lyrics:

Let's do sum let's go take a walk
Hit her with that stick knock that pussy out the ballpark
You's a lil fish in the sea Im a big shark
Lights out Body bag now you afraid of the dark

I don't know, whatchu want you didn't say nun to me
Tote the pole, up the score cause your racks so skinny
44, barrels chrome and the clip extended
100 more rounds in your home now your life just ended

(Yeah) you aint ready for this shit
I be ballin for a minute I be steady in this bitch
Cause your girl come home to me and we've been steady for a bit
How we silent in this room like aint nobody celibate

Sippin that ciroc fish fillet with some dry gin
She pulling on my snake spread the buns then I slytherin
Stacking all these racks in the duffel I cant fit it in
Eating all these rappers for dessert, aint no "din din"

(Aye) Whatchu gonna show me
Holy moly beat yo cado's up like it's guacamole
Up the glock make him fold and he do that roley poley
So whip the "Testarossa" you can call me Axel Foley

Bitch I eat the ravioli cause I'm trappin out the cut
Going back to back again cause she suckin up my nut
Club go "Rah Rah Rah" when I "Jus Hav Fun"
Smoke that Za Za Za choppa spray you gotta (...duck...)

(Ayo) This shit is so classic
Suckin on my pickle she be taking off the plastic
Its like a bouncy castle back shots on the mattress
Where my blunt? Where my cup? man i think you gotta pass it

(Woah) Alcohol got me spastic
(Aye) Lay my ops in a casket
(Lay) Hella drugs gotta bag it
Bag it up Bag it up Bag it up Woah!!!!

Duck

Lyrics:

I ain’t even got a license to drive yet but I need one for my strap. Living In a hood cracked out where I’m always asked if there’s breaking bad in my bag. 
Camps all over the map from first Ave to where the boulevard boy is at. 
Addicts that’ve been Down bad for acting up, sad to see all of that. 

My family had problems with addiction but now we’ve been back on track. 
dad had a past of cashing out my funds putting all my money on black. 
Mine was alcohol bottles and ‘tiva as sticky as spider tack. I was Crashing out every night I would clock out but now I’m locked in on the bag. 

Put in work at the Stu like I hit the gym I be pushing for my max. Giving everything I got my shit hot like thug, But I ain’t saying no “slatt.” 
Aint no slime but I’m looking for these snakes that’ll always stay in my grass. 
Cut em off like I’m mowing my damn lawn, weed em out cuz they ain’t gon’ last. 

You ain’t been to kick backs then kick rocks, you can’t kick it at my pad. 
Just Like a damn Kit Kat break her off, kick her out cuz we ain’t gonna last. 
I Don’t want no chit chat bout no nonsense, I only be talking cash. Seems like you need a tic tac cuz always be talking outta your ass.

Cashin' Out - (Oddwin Rap Contest 2024)

(Had to record this shit sick my fault but we still move)

Swear all y'all niggas is getting booked
The smoke gon come wit fire I must be cooking, y'all grilling looks
The spite keeps me motivated like alla y'all bit the hook
Infinite power strength to devour all y'all lil ghouls 

I feel like I'm supercharged

Y'all niggas cosplay like you is the bar
How easy we jump over you 
Feel like y'all gon get out-barred, by my dog 
7 ppg dirk ass all-star
Feel like Kendrick when I play dis beat back like this shit hard (THIS SHIT HARD) 

Feel like y'all niggas got pull tabs got me itchin' to pull cards 
Deck is full of spades like how y'all niggas got no heart 
Excuses off the hip the way y'all twitchin’ to stop sumn
Never content wit what y'all got y'all itchin' to cop sumn
To fill the void in your heart but y'all cant really stop the

Real shitty feelin
When you see sumn better its real revealing
Hard not to be petty you can't conceal it
Not no makeup y'all ain't sittin' pretty

Y'all duckin' the hard work
This built offa bars first
Get carried by beat selection y'all thinkin y'all stars
Im tryna see all y'all stars burst
Causing a ruckus please excuse my outburst (I apologize for my outburst)

It ain't my fault that all y'all making the same songs
Writing the same wrongs
Patience is low
My song bang like bass drums
Y'all straight bums

Y'all must be celiacs the way you dodging stray crumbs 
But somehow the moolah the goal goddamn jus' create sumn

Jus' go and make sumn
Before you run yo mouth
Y'all niggas talkin but don't know what y'all be talkin bout

See jealousy in between 
The jokes and the petty digs
Wishing for niggas downfall
Got me screaming out GOD DID

Man, God really did that
A nigga boutta snap no time for chit chat
I'm boutta take a nap I'm boutta sit back
N'relax
Decompress, detach
Hope when I get back at least like, fifty on my lap 

(Nah i'm jus playin' tho. Nah but for real what's yall favorite like, starburst flavor? Cause mine's definitely not red. Might be yellow.)

"Covid Flows" - Oddwin Rap Contest 2024

I made a severe and continuous lapse in my judgement, and I don’t expect to be forgiven. I’m simply here to apologize.

Lyrics:

They don't knowwww

[weird breathing]

You don’t know it yet but my flow insane
If I don’t have motion I go insane
If I’m hangin with the pros I’ve conned the game
In layman’s terms I’m kind of a lame (bitch)
Don’t give a damn if you feel me
Melt yo ass on wax, candlelit vigil whenever I come with the flame
I’m doin my thing, you hoppin online and making yourself look strange (strange)
Out here fallin for bait, spreading some hate and now you wanna act like a saint? (Tough)
Y’all gotta be playin, y’all only get paid from the lottery playin
Never walking the walk, some of y’all just pacin
Some of y’all not even gangsta adjacent
Some of y’all cappin like hoes, just save it (cap’n)
Bottom of the barrel and I’m sick of the scrapin (scrapin)
Try me, better pray I miss, light em up with the lasers, lookin like a rave (woo)
Day to day keep folks out of my space (woo)
Mayday crashout, jump out the plane (woo)
Then jump in they house when I need my payment
Park em like a driveway, put ya man under the pavement (bitch)
That mean I’m cementing my spot
More concrete than you boys, wassup? (Crete)
Fahrenheit 451, when I come with the fire   these niggas be losing the plot (brrrrr)
I hate ya momma, I hate ya pops and I even the way you walk and you talk
All you chronically horny online niggas, please think outside the box

Pussy

On Bro - Oddwin Rap Contest 2024

Lyrics:

Searchin for purpose, I ain't learn shit but earn cents, keeps the world turnin
Burdened to spend these dividends just to rest my head leaves it on a swivel, on the road, workin
What’s it really worth when time spent makin a wage sees you frayed, every days left with burnt ends
Or spurned friends, felt betrayed by a third shift
Learned quick, I need more in life than paid rent

So what else do I need?
I’m playin all my cards, i don’t got a pot of greed, only fees
Burnin’ C’s in my bank by the degrees
I can’t breathe without a debt or credit, bill to settle, please
I’d rather be at peace or fast asleep, happily 
Rapping like oddwin, or choppin up some beats 
Anything to free myself, get the help to be at ease
Im just tryna find my serenity

Rifts in my spirit kept me adrift
No closer to Heaven, while hell is a healthy distance 
I sense that life is a promiscuous bitch & you can miss ya chance to hit being apprehensive
I’ll risk it all again for the right percentage
Cuz it’s less about the win, & more what I got to give & that’s a life full of sins not worth repentance
Cuz where would I begin? My pockets still got lint

So what do I deserve?
Drenched in all these blessings, yet my life’s a living curse
Spirits hurt, healing nerves severed 
several still infirmed, what’s the cure
When my pockets make all positives reverse?
My techniques in the works but my energy is purely Inferno,
It burn slow in hopes I never turn cold
Whatever it takes for me to be at ease
I promise imma find my serenity

Serenity Oddwin Rap Contest 2024

Lyrics:

Squeegee that bitch 
And I watch that boy bubble
Lets rumble this bitch 
That boy stuck in some rubble
Suppresin’ the stick 
Gotta keep the joint subtle 
Akimbo the blicks 
Now it’s double the trouble (Huh, hey) 
Bitch im eatin too good 
Yea my dinner too supple 
My bitch is too hood 
And she stressin’ me out 
Got me growin’ some stubble 
You a down bad pussy 
You was chattin’ on bumble (Ay)
Hammer in my palm
Like a handyman 
Hood up in the dark cuz 
Im fitting in 
Then I shoot my shot 
And I'm hitting them 
9 pops then he drops 
He not fifty cent 
Gotta hunt 
For my lunch 
Sucker punch 
Heard a crunch 
Have a hunch 
That i'm the one 
That is winning then 
Right hook to the face 
My hooks in yo ear 
Will hook you up 
Right in 
Like the candyman 
I say what I want 
As long as the word rhymes 
And the rhyme’s are saucy (Ay)
Yo bitch’s bodies a barbie 
Her tits are all fake 
And her skin is too glossy (Ay)
My baddy is bad 
No fake shit 
All natty and her 
Titties dont sag (Uh)
Straight doped outta mind 
When I take shit 
Got me puttin’ all of my 
Chips on black 
Why all these pussies deluded 
Zooted 
Keepin’ they music all muted 
Booted 
They losin’ this shit 
They knew that 
If they posted shit 
That they would just lose it 
Who coulda seen it coming 
Something so shitty 
Like it is plumbin’ 
All of this music 
Ain't no one bumpin’
None of mine either 
So I guess that is it 
Guess that is it (Ay, yuh)

Squeegee - [Oddwin Rap Contest 2024]

oddwin this beat is ethereal

i don’t curse

lyrics:

jump in the booth to my right, my right hand man he’s ready to spin let’s get it

clear out the room cuz i might need a medic
i let that slide, and you lucky i let it (okay let’s get it)

i love it when they take the credit (let’s get it)
you lucky you don’t really get it (let’s get it)
the time on my wrist with a patek (let’s get it)

the time on my wrist it’s a vision
i shoot with precision like i’m on a mission 
you not even trying to listen 
there’s fish in the sea and i’m wishing somebody don’t send me to prison for murders i did on the beat

i’m bouta hop in the V
nobody stepping to me
God on my side, G-O-D
not gonna stop on the beat i’m elite, let’s get it

(okay)
i get the lettuce, the brussel
flex in the whip & they see all the muscle
(okay)
step in the ring ima tussle 
bread by the loaf, it’s a part of the hustle
(okay)
spit on the beat get a muzzle
can’t talk a lot with your face on my knuckle
(okay)
i’m at your porch like i’m russel
we found a match and they call it a couple

pushing me down and i came out the rubble and my money doubled, i promise you don’t want no trouble

benjamin frank in the duffel, i’m grabbing my shovel, i’ll die before i try to scuffle

i drip when i walk, it’s a puddle (let’s get it)

i made a play so they call in a huddle

they never been through the struggle

know that im lookin above it, lets get it

LETS GET IT (Oddwin Rap Contest 2024)

Ain't been rapping since I dropped the project 
But this Oddwin contest got me locked in, clock it
Had to go and login guess I’m Kamina
Commas are coming in constant
These commoners homma hommina
They acting like Squilliam F
They really impressed 
They said he's a god
Of infinite jest
And cleanliness blessed
But still he a mess
He never been washed (ew!)
Ain't feeling your records at all
Your aesthetic is anesthetic, I yawn
They play your shit it's a sedative dawg
I'm falling asleep mid-sentence like *snoring noise*
But my shit knocking 
Lip locking with the grim reaper 
While I sip vodka in the whip 
Driving with a bitch that be driving me crazy
I stand on business if she tryna be shady
You biting all your bars
You're as fake as the diamonds on your watch
So I guess that means you played your wrist, g
I feel like modern day DaVinci
But if I'm Leonardo but I'm still not with the cap, reopening wounds
Twin katana on my back, you know I got blue bands
Met a girl who wished she could brag that I blew bands on her
But she was a groupie who bragged that she blew bands
Ooh man do better
Blue cheddar
You ain't used to counting money like a new teller
I’mma hit a sweet spread with the bread like some Nutella
Ain't a dude better 
I done changed up the name of the game I’m the new meta

New Meta | Oddwin Rap Contest 2024 (ON BRO)

KILL*COMET ON ALL PLATS

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